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i was feelin’ lost and Rich was skipping on my old CD player and i turned him off, cause i got somethin’ i gotta try to say It happens on this road to salvation, in the unexpected is our weakness and i’m ready and too long alone, waiting for the overdue Stranger i thought the battle lines and sides were clear, and thus my will but the illusion shatters when i find my foe, my brother, And i stand naked with the pretense, my armor, and weapon replaced somewhere along this road—i guess, longer than i thought—they’ve turned to rust, And tears come as i recognize we’re one, until my searching gaze rests on his frown. And oh, my heart cries, as i see his sword rise, my brother doesn’t recognize me, i try to rise, won’t you listen? If i can only explain! But my brother’s a million miles away, and the blade falls again and again—but it’s in his eyes—the vacant Oh, Lord, You knelt and bled. You prayed that we’d be one. But my brother, oh my brother, where have you been? Where have you gone? Oh, my brother, |
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